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Sunday, November 10, 2013

a vow from my ancestors

For years I have worked with my ancestors. For years I have worshiped them and honored
them and served them. For years I have
offered them my gratitude and my devotion. And in all of those years they have
blessed me and demanded from me. They
require much, and they offer what they will.
I have always been respectful and deferential to them.

For the past ten and a half months (since my daughter gave
her permission last Christmas) I have been making offerings to my ancestors
every day. I have been praying to them
to grant my child the child that she was seeking. I have been doing a spell for the child to
bring her into the world in strength and beauty, honor and grace, wisdom and
power, love and purpose, and joy. Less
than three months later she was conceived.
My prayers remained the same, my spell remained the same. Almost three weeks ago, she was born, eight
weeks before she was expected. Still my
prayer has not changed, my spell has not changed.

I dreamt about the child a couple of weeks before my daughter
told me that she was trying to conceive.
I had a vision of her a couple of weeks before she was conceived. In the past three weeks I have dreamt about
her often. Then, last night I attended a
ritual in which I had the opportunity to call to my ancestors and to hear what
they would say to me. I have always been
deferential to my ancestors, always respectful.
But last night something changed.

Last night, I did not ask.
I did not beseech, I did not make requests or prayers. I did not call to a single ancestor, I called
them all. And once I stepped forward, I
did not wait to hear what they would say to me.
For the only time in my life, there was something more important than that. I had called them all and when they came, I
presented her to them. I called out to
them to claim her as their own, as their blood and as their bone, as the future
of their bloodline and their fate. I called out to them to vow their protection
and their guidance and their blessings to this child, because she is here,
now. She is mine and she is theirs.

And when I was done, I heard them shouting in my ears, a
great chorus of them claiming her and vowing as I had called them to.I will give them whatever they require from
me.They will continue to have my
gratitude and my devotion, my service and my respect, my honor and my offerings.They have vowed that which I required of
them. I give thanks.

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I am a witch, a mother, a sister, a daughter of the Gods, a friend of the Fae, High Priestess of the Weavers of the Moonfire, a coven in the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel. And the human companion to a wonderful feline named Gwion.